“Is it true?”
She couldn’t meet my eyes. “Dave, I’m sorry.”
Evan backed out of the kitchen, shaking his head. “No, no… no. This can’t be. You’re lying. You have to be lying.”
Before either of us could move, he turned and bolted. The front door slammed, rattling the windows.
“Evan!” I ran after him.
***
Night had fallen by the time I found him on the bench at Rivers Meadow Park. His shoulders were hunched and his face was streaked with tears.
“Hey, buddy,” I said softly, approaching like he was a wounded animal that might bolt.
He didn’t look up. “Is it true?”
I sat on the bench beside him, the wood creaking under my weight. “I don’t know, buddy. I found out when you did.”
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